We went to Zimapan last week for the funeral of a Tio who I had met twice in the US. He had lived in North Carolina and opened his home to me and my little brother for a visit as well, a good man. While we were there we mostly visited with another Tia and Tio, whose house I took a million pictures of and will have to post later. Most of these pictures are taken on their property.
The Uncle reminded me a lot of a slightly more talkative Grandpa Llyod, a hard working man with a good heart. He loved talking to me and we had a long discussion on learning another language. He was thrilled that I loved the sound of his first language, Otomi . It was interesting to hear the perspective of someone who actually spoke the language, but also sad to hear that many people are abandoning their older ingenious languages to teach their children only Spanish and English.
Even an expat such as myself could tell the minute I met the Uncle and Auntie that they spoke another language besides Spanish. While I love the sing songy sound of the chilango accent and how their words caress the air like a melody, the slow , deliberate and almost chanty accent of his Uncle and Anutie was mesmerizing. When the Uncle spoke some Otomi for me, I figured out why their Spanish sounds the way it does. If you ever get a chance to hear the language (Otomi), jump at it. It's hermosa.
|Big Girl checking out the goats!|
|Playing in the kitchen|
|Big girl C loving being outdoors|
|offering mommy sugar for her coffee|
|The sights in downtown Zimapan|
|Little Girl enjoying a free ride with mama|
It was good to get out of the Mexico City smog, and see some things that are GREEN for once. Everyone thought I was crazy when I said it was beautiful there, they all say this is their dry season and that everything is fea right now. I don't think it was ugly, but I also know the pictures won't do it justice. What can I say, I love the big city but at heart I love to be barefoot in soft grass :)